The mini-album is released in vinyl format as one-sided 12”LP (half transparent blue with white, dark blue and red splatters) in an edition of 100 numbered copies (85 copies in standard envelopes, and 15 copies in lined board envelopes finished with velvet). Every copy of LP includes a code for download of the digital version with additional materials including lyrics in Russian and English. The lyrics are translated into English by a translator Sergey AR Pavlov (ARKONA, ALKONOST, MUNRUTHEL, HAGL, MASTER (USA/Czech)).
Includes unlimited streaming of Birds' Way [24bit/44.1kHz Digital Edition]
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The mini-album is released in vinyl format as one-sided 12”LP (half transparent blue with white, dark blue and red splatters) in an edition of 100 numbered copies (85 copies in standard envelopes, and 15 copies in lined board envelopes finished with velvet). Every copy of LP includes a code for download of the digital version with additional materials including lyrics in Russian and English. The lyrics are translated into English by a translator Sergey AR Pavlov (ARKONA, ALKONOST, MUNRUTHEL, HAGL, MASTER (USA/Czech)).
Includes unlimited streaming of Birds' Way [24bit/44.1kHz Digital Edition]
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
I’m dream-struck in a tower
Without locks, the slave in any way,
I’d like to sleep ‘till grey hair
To cover with silver my braids.
The birds rushed into a fog dream,
As arrows they managed to wake up,
The birds heading for a long quest,
Oh, and to the land of River the Great…
My heart is filled with ancient tales,
It boomingly beats as a drum in shaman hands.
Snakes of thoughts slide and wind as wild beasts.
The rapid river of secret words roars.
In the shaman ritual you won’t hear a resigned vow,
Having dared to disturb the staid Gods with a dance,
It knocks as steel arrows on the destiny gate.
Souls, as wild birds, soared from the shore…
A swan – my soul – looks for the lost flock,
A falcon – a soul spreads its wings among the Gods,
My eagle owl is of kin to ancient spirits,
With ancestors a Crow-soul will start to talk,
After the leaving ones, it hurries to meet the gloom.
The last bird,
Who will you be?
Maybe a thief stealing at night?
Maybe a fear-bound one?
Maybe a proud one soaring over the mountain steep?
Maybe a one who shrouded feathers with spicy herbs?
With a glance to the North I’ll climb the great ridge,
In my right hand – keys from the East lands,
Time has come for the last vow before the Sun,
Now, there motley grass will be my princely bed.
Traces of the commanded lines will spill with fire,
What is mouthed for me: a sword or new sunrise ahead?
Those, who descended into oblivion before their time,
‘ll be awaken once and for all by my birds!
I’m dream-struck in a tower
Without locks, the slave in any way,
I’d like to sleep ‘till grey hair
To cover with silver my braids.
The birds rushed into a fog dream,
As arrows they managed to wake up,
The birds heading for a long quest,
Oh, and to the land of River the Great…